Steadfast Eyes 

Your eyes don't leave my face as you force room    
For sturdy limbs between my sopping thighs;  
You offer no directions in the gloom:    
I know you are in charge; your enterprise    
Is simply mastery: your hand will lift    
My skirts out of your way, as you presume    
To think that fucking me is in your gift;    
And such is your presumption, I assume    
I need not ask the question as you press    
Your answer vigorously; and you coat    
The need you have with my moistened caress;    
And wrap your free hand up against my throat:    
You'll permeate my cunt as you enlist    
My gaze with steadfast eyes that just insist.